People laugh at my face.
My girlfriend knows about my wife.
Dad says: "You are my son, I'm confident about that. Your friend over there, is also my son, THAT is confidential.
He didn't want to get carpool tunnel syndrome.
Sometimes, people had birthdays and there was free cake."
Because part tickles.
I don't know and this is not a laughing matter.
Because that's the one you're *not* allowed to punch in the face.
Fabric softener.
Dead. Another anti-joke by the fabulous me. Surprisingly, nobody has down voted the first one yet.
This joke...